King Tommen Novels & Stories

Well, he had every right to be scared, knowing that I knew what he didn’t want to get out. “Gamma Jessica,” he snapped. “Where is the king?I demand justice. My son..” “Yes, yes,” I said, walking past him and straight towards the center of the hall. “Tommy was injured at the border, by the king.” The whispering around us stopped. Elder Jon’s jaw tightened. “So you admit to…”

Titan said, waving his hand and acting like the one in charge again. Rowan bowed his head and turned to leave, frowning when he heard other footsteps following him. The doors closed behind him, and he looked over his shoulder to see Tom behind him, hands in his stupid jacket pocket, a sly grin tilting the corner of his lips. “You know.” Tom stepped in front of Rowan’s path. “You’re never going to get that chance. I cannot wait to take my rightful spot on the throne and take Alicia as MY Queen.”

" Lovely now all of you except for Elder Tom " They pause then bow and file out of the room " come closer Elder Tom " He reluctantly steps closer to my throne " look at me " " how could I dare to stare into the face of the King " " LOOK AT ME " he can not resist my Alpha command and looks up at me and fear crosses his face.

Tom wore a long robe trimmed in gold and silver while Rex wore a nicely cut suit. They reached the front of the room and the cheering quieted as Tom began to speak. “Long has the werewolf kingdom been fractured from civil war,” Tom said, his eyes glossy with unshed tears and pride as he looked at them. “After today, no more. The rings, please.”

King let his tail move up and rest on the other tom's shoulder, a universal sign of support from his time though rarely seen now. But the other tom seemed to understand anyway. "Thank you. Say, can you make sure we don't have any more stragglers? I'd love to save another one or two." King was feeling incredibly blessed, a weird unheard-of feeling for the Black Devil himself, as the tom handed him a ring thick with keys. "Sure, it's this one, right?" He held up one of the keys hoping to get the tom to tell him which key did what.

He didn’t look surprised. “Huh?” Tommen stepped forward closer to Killian. “You don’t seem surprised that it is me.” Killian did nothing but look into his eyes with pure contempt. I felt numb as I watched, unable to move or breathe, as the tension in the room thickened and Tommen started pacing slowly across the length of the room, covering the base where the light was shaded over the cement floor. “You know,” Tommen began and pulled a silver case out of his pocket, taking out a cigarette from it. I swallowed. “Killing your parents…” He pulled out a lighter and lit it, “…was never really personal,” he drawled and took a large puff of smoke.

"That's very clever, I'm impressed. I think I might need a little more than this though." "What? Why?" he growls. "Because I don't recall being invited to your mating ceremony or your ascension to the throne and I'm a little hurt." Jax groans in annoyance and falls backwards on the couch. "Look I'm sorry but the dragons were the only ones invited aside from Taylor and Shawn, but they were only there because my mother made them the king and queen of the werewolves." Tikana looks at him closely, narrowing her gaze. "Don't lie to me Jaxon," she says in a warning tone.

Every second that ticked off the clock made Nikolai’s patience grow thin, and the longer he stayed inside this place along with this son of bitch, he didn’t think he could hold to his temper much longer. “Ah, Nikolai, being a kingpin in a business like ours, you see, you’re making a lot of enemies more than you can ever think of, and I assure you. Those weren’t my men.” Tommaso stated soon as he recovered from his amusement. He focused his gaze on Nikolai, and he's grinning face immediately vanished, though his eyes still gleamed with malice. Nikolai inhaled sharply and shifted his attention back inside the box, making a concerted effort not to twitch his nose in response to the horrible ste

- Ryan says, cold as ice. On the next day, Ryan gets out of the pack hospital, being held by Kevin, on the right and Mark, on the left, and goes to the office of his father, in the packhouse. On his way, all the people that he crosses bow, and someone calls him "My King". That filled his heart with love, not for the "King" title, but because that reminded him of his mom. All of that upsets him. He needs time to adjust to that "king" shit.

Brax questioned as we both looked up at Ace. "Yes! My great-grandfather was king, until he gave it up." "Okay. So why are you telling us?" I wasn't sure of his goal, seeing how it wouldn't matter now anyway. No, Alpha will hand their title over. The time of a King is long gone. "I plan to reclaim my title. My great-grandfather was foolish for stepping down. I will get everything that belongs to me. One way or another." He stated, as if it were an obvious fact.